Ann Boleyn's Head

One for the Hell of it. ;)

Ann Boleyn’s Head

 

Why do foolish mortals yearn to be gods?

Grasping control; refusing to be led,

Rebuild mind and flesh like fresh façades;

Tearing at walls, floors and roofs overhead,

Discontented with paths formerly tread.

And in forging new trails, all fail to see,

Nature stands guard for our reality.

 

If the living learned to raise up the dead

We’d be long on bellies and short on bread.

We’d be steadily willed; ready to kill,

But graves would empty, as the byways filled.

And no balanced budget could pay that bill.

I’d be in the pub with the zombie-dreads,

Drinking bourbon shots with Ann Boleyn’s head.

 

If that key to eternal life is found,

And man puts a collar on his cold fate,

Do me a favor: leave me in the ground.

Worms, angels or demons, to me, sound great.

No fear of a change in physical state.

But if the cure rises before I fall,

The corpses and I will have a mad ball!

 

If the living learned to raise up the dead

We’d be long on bellies and short on bread.

We’d be steadily willed; ready to kill,

But graves would empty, as the byways filled.

And no balanced budget could pay that bill.

I’d be in the pub with the zombie dreads,

Drinking bourbon shots with Ann Boleyn’s head.

 

Why do foolish mortals yearn to be gods?

Perhaps vain foolishness fuels ambition.

Vision slight, and a spectrum far too broad

To make a single sound godly decision.

War on death is a war of attrition.

From somewhere, God watches all done and said,

Laughing and joking with Ann Boleyn’s head.

Author's Note

Been taking myself too seriously lately. Needed a little strange humor to ease the tension.

Reviews

[Mark]

I concur with your other reviewers, although the second stanza at first threw me for a loop. Then, when it was repeated as the fourth, it appeared that it was something of a chorus, and would therefore NEED a different rhyme scheme; whether you intended this as a song lyric i do not know, but the strokes are all in place, even the coda at the end. Well thought out, and even better executed.

[MuSe Ampoule]

never good to take yourself seriously, though this is seriously good stuff! ...it...rhymes...I'm dizzy. You're throwing me off here!
Honestly, just a great piece...jam packed with dead truths and living fools!

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

lol, I was recommended (bullied) to read your stuff. I can entirely see why you achieve such high praise. Your use of interesting concepts mixed with cynics truths forms a great concoction.

[Kerry O'Connor]

Why do foolish mortals yearn to be gods?

Now there's a good question. You poem speaks to man's hubris with tearaway honesty. I like the rhymes too - not so hard and fast to ruin the overall flow of each stanza, but gives it all a little more of a punchy rhythm. There is humour here, but loads of in-your-face mockery too.

[OT]

your rhymes are coming along nicely!! haha a whole array of different rhyme patterns going on! couplets, a few triplets, some ABABs it's all going on!! I agree, got to have a rant every now and then haha this is good! love the name! and vivid as ever!